Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Fiji and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Yaz to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Mantronix,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kas Product,
Bobby Womack,
Aswad,
Brick,
Neu!,
Inner City,
T. Rex,
Echospace,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Q65,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lalann,
H. Thieme,
Sight & Sound,
John Holt,
Rotary Connection,
Patti Smith,
The Sound,
D'Angelo,
Basic Channel,
Con Funk Shun,
Rosa Yemen,
The Black Dice,
Davy DMX,
Make Up,
Bobby Sherman,
Das Ding,
the Human League,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Cowsills,
Hot Snakes,
X-Ray Spex,
Livin' Joy,
Fat Boys,
Yusef Lateef,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
kango's stein massive,
The Star Department,
Maurizio,
The Blues Magoos,
Suicide,
Bill Wells,
The Offenders,
Jacques Brel,
Index,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bush Tetras,
U.S. Maple,
Boz Scaggs,
Excepter,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gang Gang Dance,
Max Romeo,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Normal,
Rapeman,
Radiohead,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.